Sunlight through the leaves, coffee cup steaming... feels like that perfect autumn morning where everything just *clicked*. Cozy knit and a little bit of magic – feeling pretty content here ining our ...

“The light was good today, wasn’t it? Not too harsh, not quite so willing to slip away unnoticed as yesterday. That slippage…we were getting used to it, hadn't we? Or maybe we thought we were. It certainly felt easier than remembering.”

We've been silent for a minute, haven’t we? Since he said ‘nice dress,’ which isn’t exactly devastatingly critical, more a gentle acknowledgement that we weren’t completely adrift in a sea of silk and quiet desperation. But there’s always been a little distance, hasn’t there? Like a roomful of furniture, beautiful and familiar yet somehow stubbornly set apart.

These boots, at least, know their job. Leather worn smooth by years of walking, both literal and metaphorical, through storms and sunshine. They don't judge when the wine glass has been held a little too close to the lip. Too much wine, perhaps. We were laughing then, remember? A brittle sound, easily drowned out by the rain outside, but laughter all the same.

Now look at us, perched here, almost hesitant. It’s your turn to break the silence, really. To ask about those shadows under the eyes, the ones that sometimes seem to be permanent residents these days. Did you notice them tonight? Didn' t think so.

You’re staring, aren't you? Not unkindly, though. More like curiosity mixed with a touch of trepidation. As if you might step too close and catch us off guard. Which wouldn't be entirely surprising. After all, it’s been a while since anyone caught us fully."

Now over to you! Let us know what you thought, and what kind of picture the wardrobe looks like! Do you want to specify who the "you" is - a lost lover named Charles? The photographer's wife? Let's hear it! 💫

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